I had been having a pretty good day yesterday. I was happy the electioneering was over and feeling confident that HRC was in the bullpen, ready to come into the game as POTUS 45.

I went for a long walk in the morning, then meditated later. And when I took my blood pressure, I got a healthy result.

I bought a Papa Murphy’s pizza late in the afternoon and brought it home to settle in for some time with the folks on MSNBC. The hosts of the NPR Politics podcast, which I had listened to on my walk, thought the race could be called as early as 11:30 (Eastern), which is 8:30 here in the West.

All seemed right with the world.

And then. Of course. The universe shifted.

Y’all know what happened. The polls were wrong. Many of you likely watched the drama play out on your favorite network or cable channel.

It seems that our misguided electorate thought that handing the reigns of our democracy over to a misogynistic, racist, xenophobic, sexually-predatory, narcissistic, anti-intellectual sociopath was the way to go.

What the fuck, America.